My Mafia Mate
Harry’s voice, unmistakable in its cold authority, responded, “In our line of work, everyone’s got a price.”
Pressing myself against a wall behind some potted plants, I dared to peek around the corner. Harry, still wearing his suit from the party, was talking to a group of men. Among them was his massive bodyguard, whose very presence sent chills down my spine as I watched.
“But ‘W’? Why would he mess with that? It’s not just another street drug,” the same voice from before said, laced with genuine confusion.
I recalled overhearing bits and pieces about this ‘W’ drug at the party, which Logan explained to me—a new, highly potent substance causing ripples in the underworld. It made people’s w
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